I remember hearing about you when I was young Heard a lot more when I got olderPac was the greatest, ain’t no rapper been colderBut I didn’t get it, just couldn’t understand howThought they only liked you for your innovative soundWhere most people saw a prophetI only saw another gansta rapper who happened to sound differentFoolish of me not to give your art my attentionBut eventually I learned you were not all that you seemedI mean, my GodWe both found peace looking into a starry starry night with Don McleanHow I wish I could’ve conversed with you,One overwhelmed nigga to anotherTwo young brothas who could only find parental love from their mothers’And I been thinking constantly about the kingdom I have to growBecause much like you, I had no father to leave me a throneI know somewhat about what you went throughAnd of the thoughts that ate at you while you were all aloneBecause some of these thoughts,They are my ownI apologize that I did not realizeThat your eyes, They were openNot closedThat fuckin bitches, getting money, and gang violenceWasn’t the nature of your soulLike Vincent Van Gogh,In your own way you tried to set them freeI see now a man who contemplated what it isTo beFinding parts of you in me has left my insanity sedatedDear Tupac,You are appreciated

AM Spence ✓

In the burning cauldron of the solar seat of the soulEverything goes, everything you've ever known.All those things you have consumed are takenShaken, and sold - in the solar seat of the soul.Where do they go?Only God knows, how far things go in the solar seat of the soul.Where do they end?Only I guess, for the answer has yet to manifest.

The fire its burned, for ages and agesNothing can end it, not even the sagesOnward it radiates endlessly in the heatWhat a loyal soul this furnace does meetAlways ready to feed upon greed of eternal karmaThe engine that runs upon selfish dharma

It is not evil, though there is no such thingIt is a manifestation of consciousnessLet it do its thing.

But no control?That is madness, there must rules against sadness!No, never rules, for they encourage fools and dull toolsRules may exist but not for when the heart singsRules are of the mind, and it is the mind that they ringOver and over, rules imply closure, yet truly we knowThis thing's never over.

She looks kind of like LauraOne of the Lauras I knowI wonder if Laura would ever speak to meIf we met in a train on the go

We have never really talked that muchYet I dare to say:

She's a Laura I know

Mathias Verrier ✓

An outline of a personshambles through the house,unresponsive to my callsHe doesn't do muchexcept exist andoccupy spaceThe hours go by,no food, no rest.Not tired, not hungry.when the Specter is at easeHe'll sleep at lastuntil it shows itself again

Vagrant Gilt ✓

Closed minds behind closed doors behind High wallsSurrounded by fountains of tears, walls moulded of fearsA city crowded with seers, crippled with unseen desiresMasses of disciples thirsty for an answer become wisps ready to follow galeJudge I shall not but hear ye lest you scorch in eternal flamesFamished souls enclosed in filled cases satisfied by temporary pleasures.Portly Covetous schemers, bald headed pot-belly bearers succumb to selfish pressuresLeaving meagre crumbs for the trodden to trample each other forMy country your country our country exists no more

Look to the East look to the West or maybe down SouthA nation of vagrants, bowl in hand, living from hand to mouthLook to the East look to the West or maybe down SouthThey don’t have the answers!Look to the East look to the West look in the mirrorDoes the enemy become clearer?Does the conversation become deeper?Dare to visualize a brighter dawn,Dreams abortedMy country your country our country exists no more.

Knowing when to break things up And when to draw connections-- The Manifestor is of infinite directions.

If you have begun to understand You will see I have a plan. A promised goal of man Yet to manifest in this land.

Take your hand.

The Manifestor

Crack bang boom my head falls of my shoulder as if ive lost myself but i know who i am or at least i think i do Is it a crime to wonder through life like you have a purpouse when your really walking aroumd aimlessly ? I guess not but it fells as if it is am i just saying the thought of all? I could just be the echos of myself lost in my own mindThe Catalyst ✓

I like being alone. Zoned into cold focus, roaming my soul. No approaches means no reproaches, no burdens at all. Nothing to do, a blank wall's a comfortable view, while multiple fools lead to rumbling feuds. I'd rather slumber, it's cool. Or be awake in silence, thanking my eyelids for blinding me from blatant disquiet. Gaze at horizons, seeing all the space that comprise them. Unknown

Baggie of ketamine opened up on the dresserTV playin HesherHand on the BacardiIt's a one man partyLaptop in the lap stops thoughts black that often come backCarrying caps into class for addict's cashHalf for grass, half for a lass, or just her assA million minutes elapsed, spent half of that on my assMeasured in beers smashed and cigarettes ashed

riemann

You can’t hold me back steady movin forwardI could drop the hottest verse only using four wordsHardened by life, not the streetsWith a flow so hot call me mr heatOr mister E, cause I’m a mysteryAnd I dont give a fuck if you missin me, uhMatter fact Id be missin’ me tooGot twice your talent call me Mr Me TooThey see me ballin out and say damn he doin fineFuck right I am, no thanks to you, get back in the line

Nick R ✓

i like em brown, yellow, puerto rican or turkishwhen it comes to rap, man, you know that i merc shitwhen it comes to flows i aint even gotta work iti just wanna kick back and act all stupidbut i'm smart toopeople walkin around like judy judgin who's whoi'm sippin yoohoo with sun tzu while ya lame crew end up in some doo doo like who knew?yeah i didi read bars under my eyelids

yung gmail fka crispy cee ✓

Ive got a hangover bigger than Chris Farley,need to pick up some pills,gotta take the Harleyit's a beautiful day, no constrictiongirl come here and hop on this dick-tion...ary it aint bad unless you're madand if you're mad then things ain't that badcause you're something elseand i say that with truthnow let me kiss you in that photo boothand we'll forgot the world outside